When talking about "it," Chen Yan also pointed upwards.
"If it’s not too taboo, it can be concealed. But if it’s too taboo, it will still provoke it."
"Why are these histories taboo to ’it’? Why hide them, even destroy them? I an, why doesn’t ’it’ allow these histories to be viewed, why doesn’t it allow these things to be discovered?"
The old man shook his head, "I don’t know."
"So, on this level, were there historical records that were missing before? Have you seen those missing parts?"
"No, I haven’t seen them either." The old man shook his head, "When I arrived here, it was already like this. The books recorded here, none were missing."
Chen Yan remained silent, contemplating.
The old man saw that the hot pot was already boiling and rolling, he skilfully picked up the chopsticks and grabbed a strip of mutton, tossed it into the pot to swish it around, waited for the color to change before picking it up, dipped it into the sauce, and sent it into his mouth.
A sound of pleasant sighing, the old man squinted, chewing.
"What do you think that history is? Did it really exist? Where does it exist? Is it... the ancient ages of the Domain Realm?"
The old man did not imdiately answer but swished another piece of at not hurriedly, sending it into his mouth, muttering indistinctly while chewing, "Ancient? That’s an interesting statent. But maybe speak it differently?"
"What?"
"For instance, the previous generation?"
Chen Yan’s eyes suddenly brightened, "Prehistoric?"
The old man’s eyes brightened too, "Prehistoric? That’s a more interesting phrase."
Chen Yan took a deep breath, "So, do you also think this history actually existed, the prehistoric history of the Domain Realm? Before all current civilizations in the Domain Realm appeared, possibly a long, long ti ago, there existed the previous generation of civilization, the prehistoric civilization?"
The old man laughed, "I did think about it, but having not seen the end, many things cannot be confird yet."
After a pause, his tone suddenly changed, "Alright, don’t ask about that history anymore, because what I’ve seen, you’ve seen too, I don’t know more than you do."
"What then?" Chen Yan was a bit disappointed.
"For example, talk about the history of the Black Wood Tribe."
Chen Yan shook his head, glancing at the only small stone cabinet on this level, "Just this, not much is recorded, what’s there to say."
"You have no interest, is it?" The old man got straight to the point about Chen Yan’s thoughts.
Indeed, Chen Yan was losing interest.
His character had always been like this, when he was chasing dramas, he didn’t like chasing two at the sa ti, unable to emotionally switch.
So back then when he was watching Thrones, classmates recomnded "Shaless," he didn’t watch it imdiately but waited until Thrones was done before beginning "Shaless."
"The history of the Black Wood Tribe is important to the Ghost Race. The Black Wood Tribe is the predecessor of the Ghost Race, the oldest tribe among the Southern Border Mountain People! It was also one of the first eighteen tribes during the creation of the Ghost Race."
While saying this, the old man looked at Chen Yan, "Do you know, from the creation of the Ghost Race until today, how many so-called eighteen tribes of the Ghost Race have there been?"
This question was sowhat strange, Chen Yan instinctively thought, eighteen tribes, shouldn’t it be eighteen...
Hmm? No, that’s not what it ans.
Chen Yan instantly understood the old man’s aning.
In ancient tis, the initial eighteen tribes of the Ghost Race, until now, as tis evolved, years passed, many of those original eighteen tribes have perished, subsequently replaced by new tribes.
This perishing, so were due to tribal decay, defeated or even swallowed by other tribes, so were tribes themselves doing evil, rebelling against the rules of the Ghost Race, even offending and betraying the ancestors of the Ghost Race, then unitedly destroyed by other tribes.
"The eighteen tribes of the Ghost Race, from creation until now, the title of eighteen tribes has actually appeared with more than ninety tribes altogether.
But among them, only four positions have remained unchanged, these four tribes have always existed since the Ghost Race was created, never perished, and have always held their position as one of the eighteen tribes, until today!
And those four tribes are also the highest-ranking four tribes within the eighteen tribes of the Ghost Race, also the ones with the longest history."
Got it, the Five Constants, right? Hmm, should say the Four Constants?
Chen Yan nodded.
"But actually, even among these four tribes, the Black Wood Tribe holds the highest status.
I can tell you clearly, among the entire Ghost Race’s eighteen tribes, the history of the Ghost Race is the most ancient and oldest!
Even in the whole Southern Border Mountain People Tribes, it is possible the Black Wood Tribe is the ancestor of all mountain people tribes.
Because the entire Southern Border Mountain People Tribes, the origin of this ethnic group, is right at the foot of Black Wood Tribe’s Black Mountain!
This Black Mountain is essentially the ancestral land of the Ghost Race, as well as the Southern Border Mountain People."
Upon hearing this, Chen Yan couldn’t help but say, "So according to this, the Black Wood Tribe seems to be..."
The old man looked stern, "Specifically responsible for guarding the ancestral land of this ethnic group. Ancestral Land Guardian Tribe."
After a pause, he slowly said, "After the Ghost Race was established, until today, more than half of the Ghost Race’s tribal chiefs from the eighteen tribes have co from the Black Wood Tribe! The combined appearance of chiefs from other seventeen tribes can’t outnumber one tribe, the Black Wood Tribe!
One could say, if the ancestor doesn’t quite manage affairs, then any Ghost Race chieftain, if they can’t get the support of the Black Wood Tribe, then the position of that chief cannot be stable, their authority cannot be implented."
Chen Yan thought for a mont, frowned, "So, this ti East Sea cos to cleanse the high ranks of Black Wood Tribe because Black Wood Tribe’s authority is too significant, their tail is too big to pull away, the ancestor wants to weaken the Black Wood Tribe?"
Upon hearing this, the old man’s eyes widened, "How could you have such an ignorant and ridiculous idea?"
He then sneered, "Authority too significant, tail too big to pull away? That’s a concern for ordinary sects or powers.
But what is the ancestor? The ancestor is heaven, the ancestor is god! You haven’t seen a Saint, you don’t understand..."
Chen Yan smirked, secretly griping: Haven’t seen a Saint?
To say it would scare you, I lived with a Saint from childhood until before college!
Just before entering this ’Library,’ I was chatting and laughing with that "Hundred-Year-old Venerable!"
I haven’t seen a Saint?
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